i just have a thing for profiles

Shout out to all your internet friends who are gone.

Those messenger screen names that haven’t logged on in ages, some before detailed profiles were a thing on those services.

Those emails that are long since abandoned, some with domains that no longer exist.

Those online friends you knew years ago and who then helped shaped you in some way, who you just can’t FIND anymore.

Those people who once were, and hopefully still exist IRL, that seem to have no known internet life anymore.

And those who have actually passed on, and their online lives are now a memorial to them.

I miss you all. I hope life is/was kind to you, and maybe one day, we’ll somehow connect again.

out of all the aspects of millennial-bashing, i think the one that most confuses me is the “millennials all got trophies as a kid, so now they’re all self-centered narcissists” theory

like– kids are pretty smart, y'all. they can see that every kid on the team gets a trophy and is told they did a good job; they can also see that not every kid on the team deserves a trophy, and not everyone did do a good job

the logical conclusion to draw from this is not “i’m great and i deserve praise”– it’s “no matter how mediocre i am, people will still praise me to make me feel better, so i can’t trust any compliments or accolades i receive”

this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.

where did this whole “ugh millennials think their so-so work is super great” thing even come from it is a goddamn mystery

How to learn languages by being lazy

So, today I’m gonna talk about how I learned 7 languages (English, Spanish, French, German, ASL, Libras, LSM) by being lazy as f**ck.

The first thing you need to understand is that you need to put your target language on your routine just as your native language. Then, here we go.

• Listen
Just as your native language, it’s very important to listen every single day on the language you’re learning. You can totally do it by listening to a song or a podcast itself.

• Talk
Make native or fluent friends in your TL (you can use apps/sites as Lingbe, Tandem, Interpals) and speak to them, sending audios and texts. A great way to practice almost everyday in a really cool way.

• Play
Playing games it’s also a awesome way: you’ll become kinda addicted to it, then yay, you’re practicing it everyday in a entertaining mode. This can give you hella vocabulary too.

• Read
Reading books (short stories on Wattpad can be great), quotes, newspaper and magazines is a good option as well.

• Watch

I’m pretty sure you love to watch TV shows, TV programs, videos on YouTube, so why not watch all of it in your target language?

You can totally watch your favorite program/tv show dubbed, cool videos and etc.

Tip: if you have Netflix, change the idiom of your profile and pum, it’ll appears lots and lots of movies and tv shows in that language. If you don’t, you can just search on YouTube the movie title that it’ll show.

• Write

Writing a diary (what happened in your day, how you’re feeling…) or stories or poems in your TL can help a lot too. Don’t worry about grammar or vocabulary mistakes, just write, you should do the corrections later.

These are general topics, there may be things that aren’t in your native language routine, so you can also modify this.

I hope this helps you guys, any doubts you can totally ask me! Greetings from Brazil! :)

Rhys looks haunted.

“Who’s going to tell them?”

He gets nothing but avoided eye contact and silent sips of coffee in return.

“I am completely serious. Someone has to say something and it really shouldn’t be me.”

He had thought that all nine of them of them taking a weekend together in the cabin would be fun–and it had been, until he’d been kept up very late by the half-muffled sounds coming from Elain and Lucien’s room. Not of sex, per say; the cabin provides what soundproofing it can, and it should be enough for all the couples to enjoy themselves without bothering each other, but Elain and Lucien had been doing something… loud. Repeatedly.

Cassian is grinning like a maniac, amused beyond all reason. “Okay, I know Rhys is uncomfortable because he’s never done anything that actually qualifies as kinky, but does anyone else think this is hilarious?”

“I object to that profiling of my sex life, Cassian.”

“You’ve never done anything weirder with Feyre than a blindfold,” Cassian says, eyebrows raised, “I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that, I’m just saying.”

“A blindfold is very kinky,” Rhys asserts, affronted. Mor snorts and he ignores it, focused on Cassian. “What have you two done that’s so much more exciting?”

Nesta, sitting straight as a queen, speaks before Cassian can. “If you answer that question in front of all our friends, Cas, you will never get to do any of those things ever again.”

“We’re off topic,” Feyre announces, setting down her mug of tea decisively. “The question at hand here is who is going to tell Elain and Lucien that spanking is off-limits during their time here.” Silence. She shrugs. “I think it should be Nesta.”

“I’ll do it if you want, but it won’t go well,” Nesta replies flatly. “I have a hard time not slapping the smirk off Lucien’s face on a good day.”

Cassian brandishes a spoonful of oatmeal. “Well, apparently he’s into that, so–”

“Why not Cassian?” Rhys says pointedly, “Since, as he tells us, he’s so knowledgeable about the whole area.”

“That would mortify Elain,” Feyre says, keeping them firmly on track. “It should probably be one of the girls.” Amren, in the corner, lowers her mug of blood to look less than enthused. “It should be Mor or I,” Feyre amends.

Mor gives an casual little shrug. “The noise didn’t bother me, to be honest.”

Rhys frowns in disbelief. “Surely you heard it.”

“We did.”

She does not elaborate, and Rhys suddenly finds it suspicious how quiet Azriel’s been, and how he’s not making eye contact. Cassian seems to have the same thought as he glances between the two of them.

“Mother’s tits,” Cassian says, gaping. “You guys got off on it, didn’t you?”

They don’t respond, but Mor reddens incriminatingly. Cassian’s eyes go wide and he throws his head back in a howl of laugher, over Nesta’s protestations.

Amren is surveying all of them with disdain. “I have been present for some truly insipid conversations between the lot of you but I must say, this one is exceptionally awful.”

“Now THAT’S what I mean by kinky, Rhys” Cassian proclaims, wiping tears from his eyes. “Fucking to the sounds of another couple’s pain play. Cauldron. I’m so proud.”

Rhys looks long-suffering as he turns to Feyre, takes her hand, and kisses it sweetly. “I’m so sorry, darling,” he intones dramatically. “I’ve exposed you to a nest of perverts.”

“Who’s a pervert?” Elain asks with a giggle, choosing this moment to sweep into the kitchen, bright-eyed and with a sated-looking Lucien in her wake. “Are we talking about Cassian again?”

But the whole room has gone silent. Elain falters, looking from one awkward face to the next. “What’s wrong?”

When no one answers, it’s Amren who gets up and says baldly to the two of them, “Everyone from here to Velaris could hear whatever it was you were doing last night. It made these fools uncomfortable, largely. Do with that information what you will.” In the shocked silence following, she puts her empty mug in the sink, unhurried, and heads for the door. “I’m going for a walk far away from this nonsense. If anyone needs me, you are encouraged to reconsider.”

The door slams shut behind her.

“Oh,” Elain says faintly.

Just in case you ever worry you’re not Adult™ enough and don’t have enough self control for when it comes to creative projects, (cause I get asked a lot “how do you get yourself to focus” and similar questions) I have a literal separate profile on my computer that has nothing on it but Word and my project folders. No browsers, no apps, not even god damn solitaire because if I have a single thing to do other than write, I won’t do shit.

So if you’re one of those people who struggles to focus and you keep beating yourself up over not having the willpower to just make yourself focus: stop. You’re not failing, you just haven’t found the method that works for you yet.

Keep going, you’ll get there.

anonymous asked:

Hello there! I love your art and I was wondering if you could give me a few tips about drawing Sora and Riku (especially his majestuous hair!). Thank you so much! By-bye!

So like this isn’t gonna be great because even idk what I’m doing with them half the time so I guess I’ll just break down the thought process that runs subconsciously. When I draw these guys I just kinda get into it and not set up hair guidelines, because I more or less know what I’m trying to accomplish.

Riku is easy because his hair is easier to follow. It doesn’t part in any particular fashion  and his tresses always motion vaguely downward. His princess hair comes from me originally not knowing how to interpret his anime hair into my style. His floaty hair = LOTS OF VOLUME?? was how it came through. Now that I kind of know how to do it, I just kind of ignore it anyways. The thick hair stays for my style hhh.

Drawing sora’s hair is awful and also kind of fun. It’s actually not as complicated once you understand how and which ways it sprouts from is head. It’s easier to keep true to form than riku for me. The profile can be difficult. There’s been times where I sweep it backwards instead of frontwards.

Cracked this Tinder thing

Okay so I think I have actually cracked Tinder for sugar babies. My profile reads “I enjoy the company of classy older men who love to spoil me. I’m intelligent, curvy, vibrant and would love to get to know you over cocktails next to the waterfront.”

Then I match with guys with signs they’re wealthy in their profiles, then they message and always mention something about spoiling me. So I say okay let’s go out for lunch, take a walk then do a bit of shopping. And they’re so down. Then on the shopping trip you can test their generosity and get a sense for whether they’re worth seeing again.

Salts will just unmatch and disappear because they know they will have to buy you things from the start. It also sets it up so that it is clear to them I do not come for free and my tastes are expensive.

keepaclosewatchonthisheartofmine  asked:

I'm surrounded by conservatives who don't believe white privilege/privilege is a thing. What do I do?

Something like white privilege or male privilege is a tricky subject to broach with some people. If they don’t see it it’s hard to talk about it in a way that won’t leave then feeling defensive.

There are white men in this country, a lot of them, that are nice, polite people who do the right thing. They studied hard, they work hard, and they have earned what they have. Lots of people also struggle, save, and sacrifice so they can get a good car, make sure their rent is paid, make sure they can send their kids to camp, etc.
People with privilege can work hard. They can struggle. They can earn what they have. These things are all true.

Because these things are true they don’t feel like they have privilege. They don’t feel like anything was handed to them. I’m white and just thinking about my life in a quick, general overview I don’t feel like I have any perks.

But….

No one profiles me at the airport.
Polling stations aren’t being closed in my neighborhood.
I don’t have to wait 12 hours to vote.
No one sees my name on a job application and sets it aside.
No one tells me my natural hair isn’t appropriate for work.
I don’t have to worry that if my husband is pulled over by the police he’ll be shot.
I can turn on the television or open to the front page of the paper and see people of my race widely represented.
When I am told about our national heritage or about “civilization,” I am shown that people of my color made it what it is.
If I’m ever arrested, and my face is on the news, I won’t be representing my whole race by my actions.

There are many more things I benefit from by being white some of which I’m probably not even aware of.

It’s not my fault I’m white. It’s not my fault they don’t profile me at the airport. But it is my fault if I don’t speak out against racism when I see it applied against others.

It’s the same with your co-workers. They don’t experience the other side of the coin. Maybe they don’t feel like they were given any breaks in life… And maybe they weren’t. Maybe it was hard. But it doesn’t mean they didn’t benefit from their privilege vs. having it even harder because they were black/Hispanic/an immigrant/transgender/gay/a woman/handicapped/not Christian…

It’s also hard to admit that maybe you’re part of the problem (even if you weren’t aware of it). It’s humbling and it doesn’t come easy to a lot of people.

I found this awesome article that really explains it well. Maybe sharing it with your co-workers can open the door a little too how they view themselves in the world.

http://everydayfeminism.com/2015/11/lessons-white-privilege-poc/

Candid

Summary: Stiles just wants something to take with him to college. Something special.

Notes: I’ve been wanting to poke fun at this inconsistency in the show for a while, and I finally wrote it! Just another excuse for a little fluff and humor. (On AO3)


Derek grabs a few of Stiles’ heaviest boxes (but not enough to be suspicious, who knows if the neighbors are watching), and slides them into the back of the jeep with the rest of Stiles’ college “essentials.” He’d said he was only taking the bare minimum, but Derek is beginning to doubt that.

At this rate, they’re going to have to pack some stuff in the Camaro, too.

Keep reading

pandasubaru  asked:

AU Ideas: 4 (with Artist Steve?? that'd be amazing) or 13 or 15

  • 15: My friend made me a grindr/tinder profile without me knowing and you liked my profile and then sent me a message which just said ‘Bees?’ and I’m a little confused but intrigued.

— —

Steve’s phone buzzes.

“If this is another Grindr notification, I swear to God—“ Steve starts.

“That you’ll answer it and go get laid?” Sam says. Natasha snickers.

“That I’ll kick your ass,” Steve says.

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Will you?” he asks.

“Yes, I will!” Steve says.

“He’s very scrappy,” Natasha says. “He once managed to scratch me.”

“Check your messages,” Sam says.

Steve sighs, rolls his eyes, and pulls out his phone. He reads the notification from wintersoldat3255. It says, Bees? and nothing else.

He holds the phone up to Sam. “See?” he says. “See the weirdos who message me because you made this profile?”

Sam takes the phone from Steve, reads the message, and snorts. “Okay, well, maybe they’re not all winners. Let’s see what he…” he trails off, eyes going wide. “Shit, those are some pectorals.”

“Oh, pass it here,” Natasha says, taking the phone. Even Natasha — who is rarely impressed — raises her eyebrows. “Maybe you should see what this guy has to say,” she says, passing the phone back to Steve after a long moment.

“I’ve seen what he has to say, and what he has to say is ‘bees’, apparently.”

“It was a question,” Sam says. “You should change your intonation.”

Steve exhales. “Bees?” he asks, exaggerating the raised end of the question. “That better?”

“Very,” Sam says. “Now let’s look at your other prospects.”

Steve gets up to get another round of drinks.

— —

He doesn’t know why he goes back to Grindr that night, after he’s back home and has had a few drinks. It’s not that he wants to get laid — honestly, he doesn’t want to get out of bed — but he’s sort of curious about who saw his photos and thought ‘yeah, I’d hit that’.

He scrolls through a few generic messages, then sees the one from wintersoldat3255.

Bees?

What the fuck.

So he types out, what the fuck? and sends it back to the guy.

He doesn’t expect an answer — the guy messaged him hours ago — but it only takes a minute or so before he gets a response:

You say save the bees in your profile, which is noble and everything, but I know for a FACT that you’re allergic to bees.

First of all, Steve is a little heartened knowing that Sam knows him well enough to include the fact that the bees need to be put on the endangered species list and should be protected on his dating profile. But then he realizes that this guy… somehow knows that Steve is allergic to bees, which is creepy as hell.

No I’m not, Steve lies, calling the guy’s bluff.

No, you are. I’m the one who shoved an Epipen in your thigh after you got stung during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party and his mom was too freaked out to do anything about it.

Steve stares at the message, then shakes his head. It can’t be right! The person who stuck the Epipen in his thigh during Gilmore Hodge’s birthday party was Bucky Barnes, and this guy can’t be Bucky Barnes.

Can he?

Steve quickly clicks over to his profile. He scrolls through the pictures, but there aren’t any of his face, just abs and pecs, which makes Steve roll his eyes a little. When he goes back to his messages he has another from wintersoldat3255:

Yeah Steve, it’s me.

Steve’s eyes go wide.

Bucky? he asks.

Long time no see.

Can’t actually see your face, so I don’t really know it’s you.

A photo appears. It’s of Bucky Barnes, mugging for the camera with a toothy grin.

You wanna catch up? Bucky writes.

Sure. Where are you? Steve asks, heart beating fast.

It’s Grindr. The whole point is that you can see.

Steve rolls his eyes, they make plans to meet-up at a local 24-hour diner in a half hour, and Steve saves the photo that Bucky sent him, just in case.

— —

Bucky is already sitting in a booth when Steve walks in. He perks up, grins, and waves. “Steve!” he calls.

Steve straightens up a little, takes a breath. He shouldn’t be so nervous; it’s not like there’s anything riding on this. He’s just seeing his childhood best friend for the first time in over ten years. No big deal.

Doesn’t help that Bucky was Steve’s first crush, but no big deal, either.

He walks over, and Bucky’s just grinning at him, like he’s the best thing he’s seen in years. “Hey Buck,” Steve says.

“Steve,” Bucky says, kind of breathy. “Wow, you look fantastic.”

Steve shrugs. “I look like me,” he says. “Don’t have abs like you do, apparently.”

Bucky laughs, ducks his head. “I’ll be honest — my friends made that profile for me. I thought Peter was taking pictures for his art class of me at the gym.”

“Why didn’t he include his face?” Steve asks. “It’s not like your face is a bad one.”

Bucky laughs. “Thanks for that, I think.” He pauses, starts playing with the edge of the plastic menu on the table in front of him. “And it’s because I’m out but I’m not out out.”

“Okay?” Steve says, a little confused.

“Anyhow, what have you been up to? How’s life? Do you still like pancakes? Because this place has the best pancakes.”

— —

It’s weird how easy it is, reconnecting with Bucky. Steve never spent much effort trying to find him after they lost touch. He just assumed that Bucky thought he was too cool for him when they got to high school, and it was almost a relief when he moved away during the summer before their junior year, just so Steve wouldn’t have to be reminded of the best friend he lost.

He wants to ask Bucky about it, but he doesn’t have to. Bucky just opens up during their second round of milkshakes.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?” Steve asks.

“For when I stopped talking to you during high school. I know that it must’ve made you feel like shit.”

Steve fidgets. He doesn’t want to answer that.

“You know my parents were in a bad place.”

“They got divorced, right?” he asks.

Bucky nods. “But the last two years were… really bad.” He pauses, clears his throat. “I wasn’t hanging out with a great crowd. And I think I justified not talking to you because I didn’t want you to get involved with that crowd. But I more just think that I didn’t want you talking me out of the bad shit I was doing.”

Steve remembers the way that Bucky walked down the halls with his friends, rolling his eyes at Steve when he tried to talk to him. Of course, Steve tried to talk to him, tried having a showdown of some kind, but Bucky would just… walk away. He never bothered listening.

It hurt.

“And then my parents got divorced and my mom and I moved in with my Uncle Pierce, and…” He trails off.

“That’s the uncle who I met that one time, right? Who said I should be sent to a pray away the gay camp?”

“We had no money,” Bucky says.

“How was it?”

“I joined the Army as soon as I could,” Bucky says with a weak smile.

“Shit,” Steve says.

He shrugs. “I’m out now, and I’m doing pretty well for myself. Got my issues, but everyone else does.” Steve nods. “And besides, I’m free to do whatever I want now, so.”

“So you’re spending your time on Grindr?” Steve asks.

“You are, too!” Bucky says.

“My friends made me a profile!”

“No, Steve, you can’t take that excuse. I already used it.” He’s laughing, and Steve kicks him underneath the table.

“It’s true!”

“Yeah, yeah, Steve Rogers.” He stops laughing, just smiles. “Steve Rogers,” he repeats, quieter.

“That’s my name,” he says. The ‘don’t wear it out’ is implied.

He glances down at his shake, and stirs it with his straw. “I wanted to find you again for a while,” he admits, still looking down. “I debated about sending you a message for about an hour before I did.”

“I’m glad you did,” Steve says. “I’ve wondered a lot about what happened to you.”

“Do you think…” Bucky starts, looking up. He clears his throat. “Do you think that we could meet again sometime? I just… I feel like this is a second chance, and I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“I’d like to see you again,” Steve says, stomach tingling, and not from the milkshake.

“Cool,” Bucky says, and Steve feels his foot shift against his. He doesn’t move it away.

Steve doesn’t mind, just presses his own foot closer to Bucky’s, and looks forward to their future together.

anonymous asked:

What was the reasoning behind changing Paulo's name spelling to Paolo? (i remembered you did a profile of the fallen children and their name used to have a u in it) (just curious) (i love you all)

Ah you mean this?

Yeah, I considder that to be concept art. Things often change between concept art and the actual appearance in-comic. You’ll notice the stripes on the scarf and the clasps on the coat were changed later. The spelling of the name changed too, because Paolo more readily conveys the pronunciation I was going for. I didn’t want them to mistakenly be called Paul-oh.

-TQ

don’t get me wrong, i love seeing those court of dreams + instagram edits, they’re GORGEOUS and often really clever, but like, i want to draw attention to the fact that there is 0 percent chance, realistically, that each and every one of them would have a perfectly balanced Aesthetic grid going on

The Court of Dreams + Instagram, For Realsies:

Rhys: assorted things he finds pretty (tending towards the abstract; probably thinks he’s A Photographer but isn’t) with needlessly overdramatic, sweeping, vague statements about feelings or love or life’s journey attached to each one. lots of pictures of Feyre with GUSHING PARAGRAPHS about how much he adores her.

Az: his profile just says “mor made me do this.” has posted exactly one picture and it’s of a cool cloud or something.

Cassian: WORKOUT SELFIES. hashtags about illyrianLYFE and The Grind. candids of Nesta looking annoyed captioned with 80 thirsty emojis. occasional low-tier memes well past their expiration date poached from some third-hand site like ifunny. comments on everything everyone else posts.

Mor: actually pretty aesthetic. posts The Most out of everyone. the OOTD, ~brunch and mimosas with the girls!~, killer selfies, Sephora Shopping Haul, etc kind of trendy poster. Also in this AU she has a cat and posts a shitton of pictures of the cat, and also Azriel with the cat.

Elain: Lots of flowers, some selfies, mushy quotes about positivity and friendship, but also that friend who cannot shut the fuck up about her relationship. “Nesta, I have to unfollow Elain,” Cassian says blearily over breakfast while scrolling through his phone. “My entire feed right now is pictures of her and Lucien kissing. She’s got song quotes under each one. I can’t do this.”

Lucien: Doesn’t have instagram, but spends all his time getting into fights about politics and his opinions about movies on twitter.

Nesta: Infrequent poster. mostly pics of places she travels to. takes some selfies of dramatic makeup looks she’s trying, and never smiles in any of them. there are occasional videos of Cassian being goofy, though, and MAYBE that’s her giggling in the background but she’d deny it.

Feyre: Actually a normal internet human. Posts her art, ~aesthetic~ photos of her studio, occasional pictures of her out with friends. There is the rare cute picture of rhys, captioned with something like “i guess I love this idiot” in hilarious contrast to his ramblings about her. (There are no selfies. Feyre’s not good at selfies. Mor has tried to teach her how to Work The Angles but Feyre feels too weird taking pictures of herself.)

Amren: I can’t believe people think Amren would have any social media at all. She’s like a combination of Rosa from B99 and Ron Swanson: “You people already know too much about me.”

witch tips!

🚬 if you smoke,drawing sigils on ciggarettes might be effective. think about it,it’s drawn on paper,it burns alongside tobacco (charging),it enters your lungs (could also mean charging),you release the smoke into the air (casting).
❗PLEASE DON’T DO THIS IF YOU DON’T ALREADY SMOKE. don’t start smoking because of a tumblr post 🚭
🔥 drawing sigils on plastic lighters or carving them into metal ones could also be a thing,you’d have to charge it yourself but it could be practical
🐚 i like picking rocks i feel drawn to,blessing them,and placing them in my turtle’s tank,i’m guessing blessed or charged water would do too
👑 also. you could like gather all your jewels in place and assign each one an element according to your intuition,and charge them accordingly. like keep earth jewels buried in your plants’ pots or (ONLY FOR METAL ONES) place them in/above a fire,take a bath with the water-y jewels & some sigils for charging,although i have yet to find a method to charge them with air energy.
💍 as for the above,you can totally charge items in moonwater (i’ve a dark purple-ish charm that i keep in moonwater hidden in the dark,and i feel both The Moon’s energy and also some dark energy in it,but that may be because i used said charm for some fucked up shit)
🌹 rose petals man. i felt guilty when my ex came over with roses & all i could think of was “man im so gonna use these” (but he turned out to be an asshole so now i dont feel guilty about using them) so like if you got roses from someone,you can use the petals to make a glamour especially to draw said person to you,or to solve some relationship problems,and if you don’t want none of that & you’re looking for revenge or smth you’d just have to wait until the roses die and you could add the petals in your craft,i found them to be especially strong in break up spells
📷 if you’re looking for revenge or you want someone to suffer for whatever reason,you could take a picture of them and use it. i started using this method before i ever got into withcraft and it’s proved to be extremely effective. it doesn’t even have to be like an album photo,heck you can print their profile pic from social media and fucking burn it. just do it. but it would have to be someone you really hate,yknow,intent matters a lot. bonus points for: burning with sigils,stabbing the picture (EXTRA bonus points if you have a knife you’re fond of and use it for stabbing!), having your blood on the pic before burning it (it was an accident but it worked out way better than i thought), placing a few rusty metal things like screws in the fire,placing something of theirs,blasting fitting music.
🚪 as a continuation for what i said above,i found it extremely helpful to like,gather the ashes of the picture & sigils (add in the metal things or the personal item) and like…drop that shit near the person’s house. just do it. once i gathered the ashes and like mixed them with water and put it in a bottle,got to said person’s block,and like…just..poured that nasty mixture there. (the bitch broke her jaw that night,she says she was “yawning” lol bitch nah. just to give you a glimpse of what this can do)
☕ ok but like enough of the negative shit. you need charging too. try charging your coffee/tea/energy drinks for fucks sake they all work. charge with intent,sigils,even place herbs or condiments (cinnamon in coffee doesn’t tase bad at all!)
🍃 if a leaf falls right in front of you,take it. add it to your altar. do it everytime a leaf falls in front of you. you’ll end up with a big pile of leaves but they do have a purpose
🎤 MUSIC. your voice is extremely powerful. singing while doing a spell is like a legit way to add more power to it. singing while making a glamour does wonders. singing while performing cleansing/warding rituals - singing while cursing - even just singing with intent - they all work. (for reference - you can change the lyrics as you wish. i like singing the “flower gleam and glow” song from tangled to my flowers,i also adapt it to the elements i work with , for example “darkness hear my call/let your powers show” idk i like keeping rhymes but i don’t think it’s necessary)
✒ not to mention how useful it would be to like..write your own stuff. like a poem for a creature/spirit/presence you want to summon or for a deity you worship.
✅ speaking of writing. i like to write a “wishlist” with a pencil (instead of a pen or marker) on paper + add a “my wishes are granted” sigil on it,and burn it and throw the ashes in the wind. the sigil is charged,cast and you stated your wishes. you can determine if it’s going to work or not by paying attention to the paper when it burns. did it have trouble lighting up? did certain words come out of the fire unharmed? probably not gonna work. also pay attention to the ashes like idk how to explain,but some days the ashes just go…down when i throw them in the wind,and other days they fly-almost float-in the wind,in a beautiful way,they almost look like gray butterflies.
⛔ however,you have to be like super explicit whenever you’re making a wish,just like when you ask for something in a spell or from a deity. be clear. not to mention to charge with intent. for example i’ve made wishes that x and y would break up,only to find that the two of them have only been arguing,or that they broke up but made up right back.
🌃 find energy wherever you are.take advantage. if you’re on a street with many running cars,feel the energy,draw it to you. same goes for when you’re out at night and see lights. (my ex used to take me to a bridge where there were train tracks still in use,and the ground would shake when a train was passing there. i could feel the energy when a train was passing right next to us. i collected rocks and herbs from there,and i let a charm hidden there overnight to charge)
🍺 do.not.mix.alcohol.and.withcraft. DO.NOT. like yes you can do whatever you wish to with YOUR craft,and some spells or rituals require adding alcohol,but please for the love of all that is holy please don’t attempt to do anything witchy while you’re drunk.

that’s all i have for now,most of these are pretty basic but i’m sure some of you will find this helpful. take care ✨

Mine | Theo Raeken Imagine

pairings: theo raeken x reader

warnings: ass grabbing idk

prompt: “grab her ass in front of guys that want her, and grab her ass in front of girls that want you.”

a/n: i’m a sucker for over-protective theo.

Dating wasn’t easy, Dating Theo Raeken was a full on suicide mission. But no matter how hard it seemed, It would always be worth it; For the both of you.

You and Theo started dating a couple months after he came to Beacon Hills, Even though you were a beta in Scotts pack and surprisingly even after all the terrible things he did to your pack you saw the man in the monster, You accepted him and his flaws; And that’s exactly what made Theo fall oh-so deep in love with you. But when you started dating, Even though Theo is a big fan of PDA and not to mention one hell of a jealous wolfie, You two kept your relationship low-key.

This may have caused a couple of problems, Considering your boyfriend basically has a group of fangirls constantly by his side you may have been caught jealous a few times. But I mean, Who could blame them? Your boyfriend has one hell of a body; But then again, It’s your boyfriend.

And let’s be honest here, Theo was basically always jealous and not to mention over protective over you when it comes to other guys. Any time he saw a guy coming up to you, And especially if he was flirting with you, He would always walk up next to you and pull you into a passionate kiss showing everyone who you belong too.

Today was not exceptional for you two.

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Polar Opposites (Part 1) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s POV and Zach’s POV (Stated before a section)

A/N: Here’s my second request done! This was fun to write especially because the girl in the write-up is extremely similar to who I was in high school. Haha. And it’s the first time I’ve posted an imagine with different POVs. Please do tell me how this all works out or if you guys want me to stick to first person. Enjoy everyone!

Request:  Hey I was wondering if you can do an imagine where Zach falls for a girl after they talk about their favorite things and about what they want to be after high school. Like he’s passionate about being a marine biologist and he loves the sparkle in the girl’s eyes when she talks about her favorite books and how she says she wants to become an author or something along those lines. Maybe she even lets him read some of her writing?

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READER’S POV

He was the captain of the school’s basketball team, I was the student body president. He was often involved in after-school detention, I was always involved with extracurricular school activities. He was the class clown, I was the class nerd. He had girls running after him, I had boys running away from me. He was 6foot3, I was 5foot7.

I could probably go on with this list but I’m assuming you already catch my drift. We were polar opposites, which was why when our Media teacher chose us as partners for our upcoming media project, I couldn’t help but complain to him after class. Of course he stood by his decision and I was stuck with Zach Dempsey for a week.

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Monday after school

“So, what is the project all about again?” Zach asks me while spinning on his desk chair like a 5 year old.

“Can you stop doing that please, my head’s starting to spin now.” I say as I rub my forehead with my eyes shut. A soft sorry escapes his lips as he stopped.

“Mr. Andrews said I have to do a profile about you, and you have to do the same for me. We can use any media we like as long as we’re creative with it. I’m planning on doing a powerpoint.” I reply as I go through my notebook.

“I guess I’ll just do a documentary, it’s the easiest thing to do and I’m pretty good at video editing.” he says as he looks up at the ceiling.

“Alright, fine, let’s get started then.” I suggest and we both get to work. I take a blank piece of paper from my binder and start interviewing him.

“So Zachary Dempsey, would you care to tell me some of your interests, your hobbies, likes and dislikes?” I ask him while clicking my pen.

“Interests: basketball, hobbies: basketball, likes: basketball, dislikes: the color orange, although funnily enough that’s the color of the ball.” he answers and I roll my eyes at him.

“Zach, I already know that you like basketball. I need other information.” I reply.

“Oh, so you want to get to know me better, eh?” he retors with a smirk growing on his face.

“Not known for his modesty.” I mumble to myself as I write it down my blank piece of paper.

“You need to chill Y/N, I was just kidding.” he says as he leans back on his chair and laughs. I exhale deeply and proceed with asking the questions for his profile.

“For the second time, please tell me some of your interests, your hobbies, likes and dislikes.” I say.

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au where isak has an older sister who’s getting married and their parents always bother isak with “when are you gonna get a girlfriend, son?” and with the wedding getting closer its just worse and he’s annoyed so he goes on a dating site, “looking for someone who will pose as my boyfriend at my sister’s wedding in two months” and then he almost forgets about it but a few days later he gets a message notification, “hey i was told im really good at acting and talking to people, and you sound a little desperate, i think i would be an excellent fake boyfriend” and isaks not sure if he was serious or just really annoyed but he gets a text from his mother so he’s like. fuck it and replies to the guy and they share pictures and, holy shit he’s either a fake profile or the universe is being kind to him for once, and they text for the next few weeks until the wedding and they hit it off, trying to learn the most important things about each other that could come up in a conversation and one night at 2am isak wakes up to a phone call from even and its the first time they talk on the phone and isaks heart is beatin really fast and suddenly he’s wide awake and evens just like “just so we have an annoying but cute moment where i call you in the middle of the night bc i miss my boyfriend so much and cant sleep” and isaks throat goes dry at his voice and giggle and then even hangs up with a “good night, isak” and isak has a really good sleep the first time in a couple of weeks. and they meet a day before the wedding so they could arrive together the next day and fuck. even is really tall and so much more beautiful in person. and they walk back to isaks flat in silence and its comfortable but theres also tension between them,both of them trying to bring up a topic and they finally arrive and even puts his bag on the kitchen table and he gets out flour and eggs and stuff and isak is just standing there like ??? and even shrugs, “thought we could bake something for your mom” and they do, and its the most fun isaks had in a long time, both their faces covered in flour and theyre laughing and theres a moment where isak is sitting ontop of the counter and even stands in front of him to get something but he doesnt move away and then its really silent, the radio in the background fading out and isak only hears his own heartbeat and theyre only an inch away when the oven beeps and they just chuckle and move on with the cookies like nothing happened but the atmosphere is different and now isak feels every slight touch and his skin is burning…and after that they sit on the couch to watch a movie and when it ends they just sit in the dark and isak says “they dont know that im gay” and even promises him that everything will be okay and when he takes isaks hand in his own the next day, walking up the steps to isaks family house,isak feels like yes, it will be okay, this is okay

Been thinkin about this game again ❤ It’s been roughly four years since I did this thing over here and it’s absolutely showing its age lol

Tbh I just wanted to draw some fun profiles again, I don’t think I ever actually realized how ~~handsome~~ Barney is, that boi is fine

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{ Requested by @dkbksbcobk: I was wonder if you could make a Spencer Reid imagine where the reader is pregnant and her breasts are getting bigger and the reader randomly makes Spencer feel how big they’ve gotten and Spencer gets all flustered while rambling on about how it’s her breast milk (Hope your feeling better) }

(Okay, first of all - you sweetheart. I’m feeling a bit better now, thank you! x And of course! I decided to have Spence and the reader not in a relationship cause I like to make things awkward, lol x)


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Show: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x pregnant!Reader
Warnings: pregnancy

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Looking over the case file on your break, you groaned in pain. Ever since your fourth month of pregnancy, your breasts had become a lot more sensitive. A lot bigger too.

Spencer looked up from beside you, concern written on his face. “(Y/N), you okay?”

You glanced at the profiler. “Yeah, my chest just kinda hurts but then again, what’s new?” You smiled at him.

You were grateful to Spencer. Your partner had left you once they found out you were expecting which had left you in dismay. Spence, being the sweet person that he was however, stepped up to the plate to help take care of you. He would buy you whatever you needed, go to scans with you and even moved into your apartment so that he would be there to drive you to the hospital if need be.

You two had been labelled the “non lovers” by Rossi, however Morgan and JJ liked to tease you about less platonic feelings. You just shrugged it off. Yes, Spencer was attractive but you had bigger things to worry about.

Speaking of bigger…

“My breasts have gotten bigger too. I could get used to this.” You joked. You had always been what you deemed flat chested. “Feel them. It’s actually kind of cool.”

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed as he tripped over his words. “ I-I couldn’t possibly…”

You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. “No need to be shy, Spence. They’re just breasts. Here.”

You placed his hand on your left breast. His hand lay motionless, afraid to move before it started to squeeze gently.

“See? Cool, huh?”

Spencer swallowed, nodding his head. “You know, women’s breasts start to get bigger around the six to eight week mark and continue to grow throughout pregnancy. And around the third month, your breasts start producing colostrum which is the milk your baby will get when he starts nursing..”

You grinned fondly at your friend. “I’m lucky to have you, you know.”

“Why’s that?”

You shrugged. “You’ve been such a great help to me, I was scared to go through this alone. You’re just… You.”

Spencer’s face flushed even more.“ I’m sure you wouldn’t have been alone. T-The team would have-”

“Spence?”

“Yeah?”

“Take the compliment.”

Spencer let put a chuckle. “Thank you. It’s no problem at all.”

You both sat there in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Any leads - Why are you groping (Y/N)’s boob?”


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Jimmy Fallon regrets not speaking out after that dreadful Trump interview. 

In a new profile, Fallon opens up on ratings and why he’s not changing who he is.

“I’m a people pleaser,” he explained. “If there’s one bad thing on Twitter about me, it will make me upset. So, after this happened, I was devastated. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just trying to have fun.”

Shit That Men Say On Sugar Sites
  • “I’m dominant”
  • “If you ________, then exit my profile/move on/don’t contact me”
  • “No AAs/POCs, I’m not racist, just a preference :)”
  • “I like to try new things”
  • “You have to be open-minded” 
  • “I’m not an ATM machine”
  • “Don’t ask me for money or gifts on the first date”
  • “I don’t believe in allowances”
  • “I will pay you in occasional gifts”
  • “I own my own business”
  • “I want the girlfriend experience”
  • “I don’t pay for sex”
  • “No escorts or professionals”
  • “I have no problem getting women”
  • “I’m attractive”
  • “People tell me I look younger than my age”
  • “I’m fit and athletic” 
  • “I don’t have time to meet women in real life”
  • “You must love sex”
  • “I’m a gentleman”
  • “I’m generous”
  • “Looking for a princess to spoil”